If he doesn't, he's removed half of the reasons to study literature in the first place.
LOL...I do know what you mean, but sometimes beautiful literature doesn’t have a deeper meaning, it stands on its own two feet (in my opinion)
Kind of the way two people might look at a beautiful red rose in bloom.
One person looks at the rose as a metaphor for life...striving through the melting of snow into the warm summer, short lived, reaching its beautiful bloom and decaying into corruption and disappearing.
The other person looks at the rose for the beauty that it is in its full bloom the beautiful fragrance it exudes, and doesn’t give a second thought to the coming rainstorm that is going to strip all the petals and leave it bare.
Which road of perception would each of us travel on that will make all the difference?